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He then drinks from his bottle before he turns back to his large-framed subordinate. ”Come back as soon as you can, Nick. I’ll make this a short session.” ”I don’t know about that, boss. She’s kinda like your type. Meaty, big-breasted, long hair…” ”She could be wearing a wig, Nick. And no, after that last horrific session, my professor can walk in here and I wouldn’t even give a rat’s ass.” ”Your professor? Ohhhhh, thaaat hot professor…” Awkward silence…

I almost smiled at him but I caught myself before I could do that. “As I was saying, before I was interrupted," the man started, staring directly at me, “my ways of teaching are quite different from anything you're used to. I tend to get.. intense, at times. For those who just joined us, my name is Professor Matthews and I would be taking you Advanced Literature. Brace yourselves, guys, because there is no room for slackers in any class of mine.” All through his teaching, I was unable to take my eyes off of him. He had a way of capturing people's attention and he could have had mine all day without any interruption.

The lover even expressed mild regret that Conrad, the ‘annoying baggage’, had survived. Charlie’s mother, though shocked, did not confront her lover directly. She even helped manage the aftermath, only lightly forbidding him from harming Conrad further. Conrad knew that the cruel man would show no mercy and that his mother could not truly protect him. After deliberately enduring a three-day fever soaked in cold baths, the former top student of the Boyds became a seemingly mad little boy, scattering food with every meal. For fifteen years, he feigned madness. He understood all too well: with only the fragmented conversations he overheard as a child, without concrete evidence, he could never e

A hint of amusement laced his voice. "She was talking about some thesis, but I guess it was an excuse," Professor McClone teased. Sebastian's mind racing, he smiled. "Don't think too much, John. We were working on the Ashwood Heritage research. She wasn't lying," Sebastian clarified. Professor McClonechuckled. "I didn't ask for an explanation, Seb. Just meet her when you come back," Professor McClone said. With a final smile, Professor McClone hung up the call.

He seemed like the outdoorsy type, with lightly tanned skin. He can be our cowboy, I’ll ride him anywhere, anytime, Maya murmured. I watched, stupefied, as he unloaded a satchel at his desk at the front of the room. His desk. He’s the professor. The hot one Ally was drooling over last night. And now Maya is drooling over him too. I’d be willing to bet the professor at the front of the room was the subject of a lot of fantasies. I’d never had a fantasy about any of my teachers before, not even that music teacher. I never really fantasized about anyone except TV superheroes. And even then….

the professor's trembling voice shouted as she tried to stop the man from getting closer. I became even more puzzled then. I looked at them with a bewildered expression, wondering what was happening between them, and why the professor acted like he saw a ghost – no, let me rephrase that – a dead person. Meanwhile, the man acted like he missed the professor so much and loved him deeply. I unconsciously furrowed my brows and messed up my hair out of frustration. Frustration for the both of them. I never thought that I would be frustrated in the middle of the two of them! And I never thought I would be even more frustrated after hearing the words spoken by the handsome man, "I'm sorry love, I d

Thе lеаrnіng theory stuff wаѕ рrоbаblу оvеr thе tор, but oh wеll. If Mаndу wаѕ рut оff bу mу behavior, ѕhе didn't lеt іt show. Shе huggеd the book аgаіnѕt hеr аnd ѕаіd, "Thаt ѕоundѕ like a gооd іdеа." Thеrе wаѕ conviction in hеr voice, аnd she hаd a completely nоnрluѕѕеd аttіtudе. It wаѕ as іf ѕhе thоught that fondling a professor's thigh wаѕ реrfесtlу nоrmаl bеhаvіоr. I fоund thіѕ attitude odd, but I wаѕ juѕt hарру that ѕhе wаѕ easily agreeing tо еnd оur learning session. Of course, a small раrt оf mе wished that I could be thе bооk pressed аgаіnѕt thе ѕwеllѕ оf hеr сhеѕt.

Professor Kingsley, sitting at his desk off to the side, was so red he looked like he was about to burst, jowls trembling with fury. “Cassidy Knox,” the professor said, slowly rising from his seat, “do you care to explain yourself?”

I wait until I am sure that the Professor won't be coming, then I call Beta to ask what he has for me. "The Professor is in a hospital, Your Majesty," he tells me on the phone. "And his head is pretty banged up. I'll send you a video now." "What's it about?" I ask. "Evidence," he says tersely. The video comes in a minute later and I play it immediately. What I see renders me immobile for a moment. Would you look at that? Didn't realize Professor Bernie Halstead is a world-class Superstud. Could double as a make hooker even. And when I put this side by side with him coming close to Ellie, my blood boils with a certain rush of vengeance.

She said loudly, gaining the attention of both boys seated by her side, "Professor Davis?" Blue-eyes asked brows furrowing in what she suspected was confusion. "Yeah, our psychology professor," Shd said slowly, giving the boy an incredulous look. He didn't even know the name of the professor of the course he was offering. Students these days. "Uh, No." The boy said, turning his laptop in her direction. "Our Professor is Doctor Grey," He pointed to the computer screen. Maya's head shot up instantly and she grabbed the laptop from the boy's grasp, her eyes widening in shock when she saw that he was indeed saying the truth.